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-Chorus. I'm running through mazes, mazes. Maybe it's just a phase but regardless. I'm flipping the pages, pages. Chorus. I'm going through changes. But I swear I'm the same. Could you show me some patience
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in mazes lost. Heaven keep us apart. A curse for every mile of ocean crossed For I must die for what I've done. A twist of fate a desert sun. For I see what I destroy. Sweet reflection knife into
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Hell was a place I knew a long time ago. Everything was dark there were mazes all around. Here is where I am here is where I was. Here is where I don't want to be. Hell was a place I found by
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with. Is deeper than the mazes. Baby, baby, and it ain't no secret. My grammy's from Cuba. But I'm an American. And I don't get money like Seacrest Put it on my life, baby. I make you feel right
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. Incinerate it (Just think about it). Hallucinatin' while we're waitin'. Time's a comin' for startin' somethin'. That's words, paragraphs and phrases. History books lead me 'round in mazes. Birds of a
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her mind lost like mazes. And I'm sayin' it large but conk this But I kick back, chills, I got my mind straight. Mills, I'm sick with the rhyming. Ills, I'll carry on doin' what I'm doin'. That
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. From 8 albums committin' lyrical homicide. These airports like international mazes. Now my passport needs additional pages. Then I'm staring out at another horizon. Staying fly even in the no fly
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mazes. (When's the last time someone meant it?). Ohhh. I've been waking up drenched in sweat. All my dreams full of my regret (my regret). I keep hearing what my mother said. Eyes are open, all I see is
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Like a healer she comes to me with solace for my spirit. Thoughts in cages locked in mazes hearin' echoes of yesterday. Met my demons, fightin' angels 7 times a million ties. Through phases and
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at it for ages. Feels like I'm running through mazes, everybody has they phases. Yeah, vibe with this, bad bitch in the whip and I ride to this. And I'm feeling it uh, hope when I'm forty I'm still
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with. Is deeper than the mazes. Baby, baby, and it ain't no secret. My grammy's from Cuba. But I'm an American. And I don't get money like Seacrest Put it on my life, baby. I make you feel right
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somebody else (Ha-ha-ha-ha). Pre-Chorus. You really, really know me. The future and the old me. All of the mazes and the madness in my mind. You really, really love me. You know me and you love me. And it's
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with. Is deeper than the mazes. Baby, baby, and it ain't no secret. My grammy's from Cuba. But I'm an American. And I don't get money like Seacrest Put it on my life, baby. I make you feel right
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been through mad different phases like mazes, to find my way. And now I know that happy days are not far away. If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids. Doing something more
